Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Stumble

Stumbling Verse #20

I love anarchy.

Something is happening and you don't know what it is.
What does all this have to do with a room without books?
A medley of extemporanea is like a body without a soul
in a constant controlled stumble.

I am in awe at all the phenomenal lot of us mortals
I stumble often but a shy faliure is nobler than
where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience.

I love the girl who looks into the deep blue sky
and who sleeps in the wool clouds.
I just had to use a calculator to figure my age
but you definitely have my attention.

Peace is every step in the winter time
but I like exploring creativity and process
from which all the passions emanate
uncurbed into their eternal glory.

I like doing stuff but I want to organize anarchy
and write rules for it.

About Stumbling Verse: For those who have yet to see through what the "inspiration" is for Stumbling Verse let me say two things: It was started as a poke at a certain poet who shall remain nameless. Even though I like this poet as a person I think his work sucks. (Or is that her work?) That's okay though as she thinks my work sucks. (Or is that he thinks my work sucks?) Anyway, we're friends and you can be sure he or she is no doubt making fun of me and we prefer to keep it that way.

No one even knows we know one another as we live way across the country from each other. Yes, we used to see each other often but that was before I became planted and root bound.

As to the verse itself, Stumbling Verse is gathered from the member profiles at Stumbleupon.com. I mix it, chop it, slice it, dice it and sometimes confuse it but every word is taken from someone's Stumble Profile. Also, I've been trying not to use the same lines in more than one poem. With over 3 Million stumblers I'm going to be busy.